Spirit of Chambers's Journal : $b Original tales, essays, and sketches, selected from that workChambers, Robert
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Spirit of Chambers's Journal : $b Original tales, essays, and sketches, selected from that work
Chambers, Robert
English literature -- Scottish authors
Any occurrence at Cumbernauld, of higher import than the breaking of
a needle in embroidering, or the miscarriage of a brewing of currant
wine, would have been quite an incident in the eyes of Lady Jean; and
even to have given alms at the castle-gate to an extraordinary beggar,
or to see so much as a stranger in the candle, might have supplied her
with amusement infinite, and speculation boundless. What, then, must
have been her delight, when the goodly and youthful figure of Richard
Storie alighted one dull summer afternoon at the gate, and when the
credentials he presented disclosed to her the agreeable purpose of his
mission! Her joy knew no bounds; nor did she know in what terms to
welcome the stranger: she ran from one end of the house to the other,
up stairs and down stairs, in search of she knew not what; and finally,
in her transports, she shook her mother out of a drunken slumber, which
the old lady was enjoying as usual in her large chair in the parlour.
Master Richard, as he was commonly designated, soon found himself
comfortably established in the good graces of the whole household of
Cumbernauld, and not less so in the particular favour of his young
mistress. Even the sour old lady of the large chair was pleased
with his handsome appearance, and was occasionally seen to give a
preternatural nod and smile at some of his musical exhibitions, as
much as to say she knew when he performed well, and was willing to
encourage humble merit. As for Lady Jean, whose disposition was equally
lively and generous, she could not express in sufficiently warm terms
her admiration of his performances, or the delight she experienced
from them. Nor was she ever content without having Master Richard in
her presence, either to play himself, or to teach her the enchanting
art. She was a most apt scholar—so apt, that in a few days she was
able to accompany him with the theorbo and voice, while he played
upon an ancient harpsichord belonging to the old lady, which he had
rescued from a lumber room, and been at some pains to repair. The
exclusive preference thus given to music, for the time, threw his other
accomplishments into the shade, while it, moreover, occasioned his more
constant presence in the apartments of the ladies than he would have
been otherwise entitled to. The consequence was, that in a short time
he almost ceased to be looked upon as a servant, and began gradually to
assume the more interesting character of a friend and equal.
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